The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
PETRARCHIt is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
More Petrarch Quotes
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Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
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I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.
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Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!
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Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.
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I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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